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Hello Darling Blog Readers. I know that it is either very exciting or very disappointing that all I do here these days is post links to thinks I think are funny. For me, it is exciting, I think it would be for you unless you actually WANTED (for some reason) to know what I am thinking about or interested in. Ahh...the navel gazing...it is no longer interesting to me.

Is that something about turning thirty? Am I complacent? I think actually I am sort of bored by the public nature of the internet. Being that my life is completely exposed on Facebook to the point that if someone writes something personal or of ACTUAL interest on my "wall" I rush to take it down so the work contacts that are connected to me aren't offended. Plus, I am supposed to keep up a stream of interesting factoids on Twitter. But what if one day (or every day) I lack factoids?! Then it is as if I do not exist at all.

So, I think the blog will continue for now to be a repository for things I think (and therefore think you will think) are funny. I wish I could post a link to this segment they replayed on Howard Stern this AM of a garbage man talking about how he knows what ethnicity someone is based on their garbage. The Jews apparently drink a lot of Kedem grape juice...just in case you were worried.

In case your heart needed a little warming...you'll be happy to know that Simon and Garfunkel briefly reunited at the reopening of the Beacon Theater. I love the Beacon.(AG comes out at the 2:00 mark of this video).

Joanna Scott: Follow Me: A NovelA truly lovely novel about family secrets and the unexpected path that life takes us on. I am amazed at what Joanna Scott can pack into one sentence, one paragraph. It is more than I could imagine doing in a whole book. She is a master.

Lionel Shriver: We Need to Talk About Kevin: A Novel (P.S.)There are some books, like Native Son, that you recognize as good but it is difficult to say that you LIKE because they are so utterly disturbing that your heart aches for them. This is how I feel about this book. I see the goodness, but I can't say I liked this book. In fact, reading it was excruciating. (For those who don't know, it is from the point of view of the mother of a school shooter and chronicles his evil life.) On the other hand, I couldn't look away. I can't say I recommend it because the experience is just unpleasant. But on the other hand, it is fascinating. That is all.

Luis Alberto Urrea: Into the Beautiful North: A NovelI have to admit that I never got into Urrea's other books, although I love the KIND of books he writes. But this one grabbed me from the start and did not let go. He is able to find beauty in ugliness in a way that I really admire.

Lucinda Rosenfeld: I'm So Happy for You: A novel about best friendsThis is one of those books that as I was reading it, I was thinking: "why aren't I smart enough to write like this?" She's able to balance really lovely writing with a very relatable plot. I mean, there is an almost-too-real quality to this one that made me have to look away. And yet, you can't. Because all of her characters are so great and in so much trouble that you must, must, must know what happens to them.

Michael Connelly: The ScarecrowSuch a good read. Michael Connelly is able to weave together an amazing (and super intelligent) plot with the decline of the newspaper industry and a creepy cyberstalker. There's even a bit of a love story. Something for everyone. Read this one. For real.

Tess Callahan: April & Oliver: A NovelWhat a moving and suspenseful story of relationships and how childhood mistakes/experiences can influence one's adult life. And the ending is just gorgeous. This is not a story for the faint of heart though, it's as much about love as it is about violence and also about where the two converge. I adored it and am about to read it again because there is a symmetry to the story that I think would do well for a second reading.

George Pelecanos: The Way HomeAm constantly amazed by the depth of Pelecanos' writing. His characters are so real, their dilemmas so relatable. Anyone who has had a child who has ever gotten in any trouble will relate to the parents in this novel. And any person who has ever given their parents any grief will relate as well. SO, anyone who is a child of parents or a parent of a child should read this. (That means everyone, right?)